Where daemons breath and they die.
Like lava (coming) from within, I spit my world.
Like lava (coming) form within I spit my world.
Lies come and grow, detracting the outside.
Like lava flowing from inside.
A circle of fire, lies and blood, burning inside.
Ruin comes from within.
| 1 | Burden |
| 2 | Crawl |
| 3 | Window |
| 4 | Fragments |
| 5 | Dream Rise |
| 6 | Intro / Dark Patterns |
| 7 | Dust (The Circle Part I) |
| 8 | Faded Pictures |
| 9 | Motionless |
| 10 | Settled Down |